Tragic City Testo

I know you so well like a sibling with fear
Keep it undercover to disguise your own tears
Nights in Manhattan in an alphabet light
Only seeing double through predictable eyes
I like to ask about your other men
To see what you might say and can I be one of them
Then you laugh as if to pretend
You don❝t know what I❝m thinking when we get into bead
I❝m the darling of the Tragic City
I don❝t want you but I know you want me
Sugar mama in a loft on Crosby
Be my lady, be my lady for free
Everyone❝s got that thing and girl I❝ve got mine
No I never go out till the end of the night
Everyone❝s got that thing and girl I❝ve got mine
No I never go out till the end of the night
Take some more pills and drink some more wine
But no you❝ll never see me till the end of the night
Everyone❝s got that thing and girl I❝ve got mine
No I never go out till the end of the night
I❝m the darling of the Tragic City
I don❝t want you but I know you want me
Sugar mama in a loft on Crosby
Be my lady, be my lady for free